Without a doubt, every man in Lucy Porter’s audience has one of two initial reactions to the petite comedian. The first is one of fraternal protection, as she seems too sweet and innocent to face the capacity crowd, and the other is simply unprintable. However, both illusions are quickly shattered as she makes it pretty clear that she can look after herself.
Last year much was made of Porter’s good looks, and while this is no way to judge a comic, it undoubtedly does her no harm. Not only do her youthful looks belie a cheeky, dirty tongue but they also ingratiate her with the crowd, turning her from a comic to a confidante.
This amiable, friendly attitude comes across well, as Porter is clearly happy to chat with the audience, possibly for hours if the schedule allowed. It’s this sort of openness that makes her so popular, as she ultimately excels at banter and interaction, even if her scripted show is a little weak this year.
Last year Porter pursued and encouraged the truth so it’s justified to say that Lady Luck falls wide of the mark. It’s not a bad show by any means, as her observations are as sharp and insightful as ever, but it lacks certain panache. Fortunately, seeing this comedy pixie live is always a pleasure and her happy go lucky attitude is enough to raise Lady Luck above mediocrity.
4/5
Richard Biggs
